Sugar

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chapter thirty eight
florence thompson
song: no one compares to you - jack & jack

After our moment with the sunglasses, we had decided we were going to pick out each other's outfits. After much apprehension on his part, I finally won him over.

It only took another hour and a half in Marshalls before we had effectively dressed one another and paid for our clothing. I had picked out a plain white t-shirt for him and a pair of light wash denim jeans that he was very apprehensive to, along with a pair of black and white athletic shoes that we'd found.

Talk about bargain shopping.

I had tried my best to not put him in something that was ridiculous and out of his comfort zone. I was trying to be a nice friend, you could say.

Vincent, on the other hand?

An asshole.

Hence why I am currently sat in his car in a tank top, blue and white, pinstripe jumpsuit with a bow tied around the waist. Let's not forget the white athletic sneakers he decided to pair with it. Obviously a natural-born fashionista.

Honestly, it isn't even the outfit combination I'm mad at. It's the fact that the height in which I stand at makes me look like a leprechaun in jumpsuits 99% of the time. This one happens to be no exception to the rule.

"Oh, stop looking so grumpy." Vincent grinned from beside me, nudging his elbow in my direction. I didn't look at him and instead kept my gaze on the road in front of us. "You look fine, Florence."

I glared at him for a long moment before returning my attention to where it had been before.

He let a snicker escape that he was clearly trying to hold in.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you're angry?" He asked, grinning childishly.

Fine and cute. The most reassuring words one could be given.

"Has anyone ever told you to eat a bag of dic-,"

"Hey! How about McDonald's!" He exclaimed loudly, cutting off my sentence as he tried to stop his laughter.

I shook my head with the ghost of a playful smile on my lips as we pulled into the relatively quiet seeming McDonalds and he parked the vehicle. We both exited the car and entered the building, him, of course, holding each door open for me. The aroma of fast food hit us as soon as we set foot inside.

"Have you ever had McDonald's?" I asked, glancing up at him. He shook his head as he glanced over the menu behind the registers, reading over the different options. I felt my eyes bulge at his answer. I grabbed his arm, tugging his attention down to me. "What?" I blinked, unsure of how to handle this information.

"What?" He parroted, unsure of my shock.

"You've never had McDonald's?" I repeated for clarification.

"No." He shrugged. "My parents were very strict with our diets growing up. Chicken, fish, loads of fish, rice, vegetables."

"But even once you grew up you never wanted to try it?" I asked, turning my attention back to the menu and leaning my head against his arm, trying and failing to suppress a yawn.

He glanced down at me, I could feel it but didn't see it. He pulled his arm away, wrapping it around my shoulders and pulling me against him. I smiled fondly at the action, my inner voice of reason was screaming at me with a pitchfork in hand but I decided that for today and today only I would let my soul sing. Even if that included a man that on any normal day I wouldn't allow myself to become attached to.